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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
we are dancing in the dark

Today is a good example of the intrinsic value of education because of all the retarded things that happened at school, which Joy and Gabriel missed!

At least they were around for the rest of the week, which was already very admirable and unusual. On Tuesday, Gabriel came upon a rare find that delighted him profoundly. It was a Nic______ (Nic Phoon? Nic Lee? Nic...? We'll never know ^^) knocked out in the corridors, a priceless discovery. He was stunned despite observing this sight everyday during assembly and decided to copy this individual's example and also documented the occasion with a well-taken photo. Maybe so he can save it to the person's number one day if he ever gets it :-(

At 7+++ the incompetent non-intact classes were still chillaxing outside our classrooms because we were all too lazy to get keys. Instead, we just sat all over the floor like maids in Lucky Plaza and played iassociate hehe and talked nonsense such as discussing how deeply convinced we were that because there was a storm brewing it was definitely a sign of the end of the world.

Another fine truth that emerged was JQ suddenly shouting "CHIMP" at Niran after a great LCW lecture today. When Niran turned around, ready to retaliate at this injustice, JQ then shouted loudly in the LT, "Bensoh said it! Bensoh called you a chimpanzee!"
There is a very predictable ending to this story. Bensoh ended up being the one named a chimp for eternity, even by those uninvolved e.g Hamza, and everyone lived happily ever after. Sorry for this redundant tale.

If there is anything truly original to be known in this world it is Ainsley and Jonk's knowledge of geography. While cabbing to town today, Ainsley volunteered to give the cab driver the destination.

Ainsley: Uncle
Taxi Uncle: Ya ah boy?
Ainsley: Concorde Hotel
Ainsley: The one beside the Esplanade

Jonkoh and I just stared at Ainsley for a few minutes and the taxi driver was very silent in his embarrassment at the youth of today.

Jonkoh and I: Huh?
Ainsley: Yeah the one at Esplanade

After a while we started lolzing very crazily in the taxi when we realized Ainsley thought the Esplanade was the Istana, but the bus driver remained stonily quiet and also did not turn on any music. I think he anticipated Jonkoh singing along to the radio.

When the laughter died down Jonkoh spoke up again

Jonkoh: I thought the Istana is the place where we bought costumes
Ainsley: OMG that's Far East Plaza
Jonkoh: No...the very scary one
Me: That's Mustafa

The poor cab driver was forced to endure us lolzing raucously about Jonkoh wanting to buy a kilt from the President.

Jon and Ainsley had disappeared during recess though and Celeste and I were soon wondering where they'd gone. It was all revealed when we walked out of the sack and spotted a figure in the distance screaming, jumping, and trying to throw a folded piece of paper into the air which kept flying back toward him and creating more screaming like a poverty cycle. It was actually not as autistic as it looked, because Jonkoh was actually flying paper aircraft with Amanda. However, she and Carissa were completely hidden behind a pillar so to a casual observer it looked like Jonkoh was screaming and throwing paper gleefully by himself.

Having found Jonkoh, Celeste and I walked closer to find Ainsley. He was not as flamboyant, but the moment Celeste and I identified him and Zac sitting side by side on a bench by the pond with very serious, calm expressions was a thunderous one. We could not stop laughing as we tried to explain how they looked like a couple in a park from far and...from close?

We really are very easily amused.

So is Hamza. All recess he was passionately assessing the stupidity of individual crimials he watched on a tv show about the world's most retarded criminals. One robbed a bank with a toy gun and squirted water into the teller's face when she threatened to call the police. Another tried to stage a hold-up with a hammer. There was also another who challenged the boundaries of retardedness by robbing a bank in a chicken suit. But Hamza's no. 1 was a notorious criminal who had sex with a picnic table using the hole where the picnic umbrella is supposed to stand in front of a school.

Hamza: Niran
Niran: (Nomming fries)
Hamza: Niran (into Niran's unblocked ear)
Niran: What
Hamza: Would you fuck a table

Niran made a classic -_- face and said "Never, that's the only thing worse than fucking a gay"

This is the ONE time they both came to a consensus (tables are undesirable sex partners).

And I think I should stop on this good note and end with one I found in my econs TB just now!!

Bernie: How do you calculate Consumer Price Index?
Gabriel: Give a bunch of aunties a plastic bag and see how much they spend at NTUC

posted by @tarundoru @ 9:42 PM